Hey, Assalamu alaikum ❤︎ I don’t usually write notes like this, but I’ve no idea when I’ll update next chapter and reading the messages on the last chapter, I couldn’t stay quiet.
Your comments were overwhelming in the most beautiful way. I felt so blessed reading them, I know what I write comes from imagination, but because of it, I’ve met the kindest people from all over the world.
This journey has been unreal. Four years ago, I started with no followers, and now two of my books are close to a million reads. The friendships, advice, love—and most precious of all, your du’as. Being remembered in someone’s prayers is something I can never thank Allah enough for.
I’m lucky to have readers like you. Those who comment, you are incredible. And those who don’t—I still see you. Because the moment I share something personal, the space fills up, and that’s when I know I have the best readers. Quiet with the chapters, never quiet with me.
Also, I laughed so hard when some of you admitted you skipped, scrolled past the chapter just to read my note and see what’s happening in my life. That was hilarious—but hey, please don’t abandon Ayla and Rayyan. They’re darlings, and a lot of thought goes into writing them.
Still, knowing you’re excited about my story as much as the stories I write? That means everything.
This isn’t a farewell. I could never leave this space. It’s simply a note of gratitude before I’m officially no longer single. Life is shifting, soon what I write may come from experience instead of just imagination—That thought scared me at first… but your messages helped me see the beauty in it. If imagining love feels this beautiful, then living it might be even more so. In shaa Allah.
Take care of yourselves. I pray each of you is granted peace, love, and a future your heart quietly hopes for.
Always yours, winteratheart ❦